From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for the Sunday Writing Prompt Caitlin looked at her son, Jeremy, as he entered her home, and she just shook her head. She was so ashamed at the way he was dressed and he smelled of alcohol. She thought, "I never had alcohol in our home, so how could a child of... Continue Reading →
I feel vulnerable at times, Too scared to take risks. But your love, Lord, empowers me, So I walk on mountaintops. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammi Cox at Sammiscribbles: Vulnerable in exactly 21 words.
A few days ago, on an interview with a prominent black preacher, I heard him speak of a sense of somebodiness needed among young black males. He talked about the harm that is done to them and others around them because they lack a sense of their somebodiness. Somebodiness is the belief that one is... Continue Reading →
As a child moving from home to home, I never found a secret place, somewhere I could be alone and name aloud the things that hurt me. Then, I was saved, and I learned that I could make my bed a secret place as I talked to God, and no one could hear me but... Continue Reading →
Knowing that I was loved by a compassionate God made me feel like a caterpillar wrapped in a cocoon of love as I developed into the woman of God that I was born to become. Like a caterpillar in an inhospitable environment, sometimes, I, too, have had to wrap myself in an orb to protect... Continue Reading →
In 1997, I visited Europe for the first time, as part of a guided tour that covered eight countries in thirteen days. One place we visited was the Dachau Concentration Camp Memorial Site. I had never seen a concentration camp before. It was so painful to see and learn of the atrocities perpetrated there, to... Continue Reading →
As I stood looking at the nature's reflection in the waters, it seemed as though there were two of everything to see, and my eyes were not big enough to capture it all. It was as if God had placed the mountains and trees in two places, above me and underneath me, so that I... Continue Reading →
There were times in the past when life seemed pointless. It was in those times of tremendous pain and grief that I learned how to hold on, sometimes by the thinnest thread, to life. I believe that looking back sometimes helps us appreciate just how fierce we really are. I have been thinking about the... Continue Reading →